I lower a fulcrum chin and exhale aluminium patience. My bones are braided from brass and set to suspend for an eternity. My hands are weighted against each other; justice against loyalty. Love against longing. Endurance against time.
My pendulum wrists swirl and sway, and the sweat of long and silent months runs in frigid rivulets down my back. I am a tragic Greek fixture of punishment-made-example. My arms and hands destined to forever serve in vigilance-- balance scales for my virtues and my vices.
Unable to shrug without upsetting my plates of reason. Unwilling to smash my fingers in frustration for terror of shattering my dreams.
11:14 p.m. - 2015-04-09
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